Breaking Bad: It's Time to Man Up, JD

JD still uses a pacifier. Not like he used to when he was an infant, but occasionally when he freaks out in his car seat, and always when he goes down for an afternoon nap and at bedtime. And I'm lying-sometimes he cries and stands on his tiptoes and hangs onto the kitchen sink because he has associated that plastic little devil with the sink because I'm always running it under hot water to clean it, and his tears and huge brown eyes make me cave and I let him suck on it for a bit, but then I feel like World's Worst Mother because he's turning two in August-and isn't that old to be using a pacifier? Asking here.

I recently read a nugget of advice from a parenting magazine that said to gather all the pacifiers and chuck them in the garbage in front of your kid. But JD is obsessed with the garbage, and I think he'll just take them out or think it's a game and throw one of my pretty high heels in the can too. The mag also suggested telling the child Santa needs them for some other kid's Christmas stocking, but it's almost June (and, um, this was a spring issue). So I'm asking for your advice, because in between working, packing and doing the occasional Rattled! interview, having (not having?) a social life, I also have to play bad cop and take JD's binka-linka (pacifier) away.

He's also a blanket baby. But I'm not losing that. Yet. It's too cute to see him drag it around. He looks like a baby Linus. Speaking of blankets and Linus, click here.

Full disclosure: I sucked my thumb until I was six. Until I was eight. OK, nine.